Poems

Death Comes First As A Songbird

There’s a bird
Outside my window
Who chirps death
Day and night,
A cold-eyed killer
Breaching my threshold.

How did you get in here?
Who are you?
What do you want?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?

When I calm down
I remember it’s just the
Bird chirping death,
No fight
No flight
Until
He does it again.

He mimics a sound
He never heard, that
Door chime long silenced
Before he hatched.

That song passed
Beak to beak
Down generations,
Its meaning
Long lost or
Maybe not.

Maybe this is how
Death comes,
First as a
Songbird chirping a
Door chime until
I don’t hear it
Anymore.

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